As a stay-at-home-mom of an 18 month old, sometimes I wonder how many times a day I tell Emerson to: be careful, don’t touch that, can you say please? not right now, no, we can’t play in the street, please hold my hand.
The list goes on and on.
It’s easy to get frustrated when I’ve already told him 10 times in the last hour to not stand on the chair, that he needs to sit on his bottom, but he’s little and he needs to be reminded, sometimes constantly of what he needs to do. And as his mom, it’s my job to take care of him and make sure that he is safe. Sometimes it’s a monotonous job, but it’s important that he learns these things.
I can’t help but wonder if God feels the same way with me sometimes. How many times does he tell me every day: Trust me. I love you. You are mine. Don’t be anxious.
Like Emerson, I need to hear these things over and over again, some days more than others. And some days I listen more than others. But as my Father, he is patient. He will tell me these things as many times as I need to hear them and more. Even when I don’t want to hear them. He will always be there, telling me that no matter what anyone says, I am His. He is there for me. He is good, even in the storms, and he loves me.
Like a child, I need to hear these promises over and over again. Sometimes multiple times in an hour before they truly sink in, and I know in my heart they are true.
Next time I tell Emerson to be careful or don’t touch that, I’ll remember sometimes he just needs to hear things again for them to really sink in! And I’ll remind myself of the truth of who I am in Christ.
What are your kids teaching you about your faith?